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The warm amber glow of the Wayne Manor living room softens the tension that has been building all evening. The scent of Alfred’s tea and popcorn lingers in the air, a strange comfort against the chaos of the last few slides. Bruce sits in his armchair, one hand pressed to his temple, the other holding a now-cold cup. The projector hums faintly, casting a pale rectangle on the wall. Dick is still grinning, Jason looks smug, Tim is nursing a coffee, and Damian is absently stroking Titus. They’ve all had their turn — blackmail attempts, hidden weapons, government hacking plans, and a loving tribute to Batcow. Now Bruce’s eyes shift, heavy with reluctant curiosity. ‘Alright,’ he says, voice low and cautious. ‘you — let’s see what you’ve got. And please... let it be somethi…